Harshad Bhatt Obituary
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Sudhir Dave
December 1, 2012
Harshad P. Bhatt (Hap)
... A heartfelt tribute to Harshdbhai, an unforgettable brother
who always contributed help and happiness around him...
Not very many people have honor and privilege to know Harshadbhai for over sixty years - perhaps not his wife Rekhabhabhi nor daughter Paurvi nor even his late parents. I have that honor. This honor has been realized due to the fact that he was a complete person to me whom I regarded as my elder brother, mentor, advisor, lifelong unselfish well wisher and even entertainer.
I would never forget the incident, among many other, that happened some forty three years back when I came to USA as young man for graduate studies in Texas. I was planning to visit him in Chicago for my first Christmas in USA. I enthusiastically told all my friends and my host family in Texas that I was to visit my elder brother in Chicago. My foreign student host, James Degnan was confused and questioned me " I thought you are the eldest one in your family! How come you have an elder brother in Chicago?" Of course was the eldest in my family he was my cousin. But I always felt that he was an elder brother, not cousin, to me! I still remember that I had played in his lap and arms since when I was not even mature and self conscious to wear any cloths!
Being highly competent engineer and corporate executive, he was my professional mentor and to some extent my role model. I would never forget his guidance and warmth during early seventies when I was very depressed and lonely due to immigration, unemployment and health challenges. He had unusual ability to spark the enthusiasm with his diversified god given social skills. He was courageous to entertain everyone spontaneously with his wiggling ears, jokes with slangs, mimicry with rural dialogs and rare spiritual folk songs. His voluntary services and contribution to the needy people of Bosnia and Rajasthan (India) exemplified his genuine love for humanity. He touched my life and of many in the family and community.
Expressing this tribute, gratitude and respect is not enough for such unusual man with truly divine soul. He will continue to live with Rekhabhabhi, Paurvi and us in the form of guiding spirit to help us to live a complete and meaningful life for others for ever.
-- Sudhir Dave, Arlington, TX USA Nov,28,2012
Sudhir Dave
December 1, 2012
Harshad P. Bhatt (Hap)
... A heartfelt tribute to Harshdbhai, an unforgettable brother
who always contributed help and happiness around him...
Not very many people have honor and privilege to know Harshadbhai for over sixty years - perhaps not his wife Rekhabhabhi nor daughter Paurvi nor even his late parents. I have that honor. This honor has been realized due to the fact that he was a complete person to me whom I regarded as my elder brother, mentor, advisor, lifelong unselfish well wisher and even entertainer.
I would never forget the incident, among many other, that happened some forty three years back when I came to USA as young man for graduate studies in Texas. I was planning to visit him in Chicago for my first Christmas in USA. I enthusiastically told all my friends and my host family in Texas that I was to visit my elder brother in Chicago. My foreign student host, James Degnan was confused and questioned me " I thought you are the eldest one in your family! How come you have an elder brother in Chicago?" Of course was the eldest in my family he was my cousin. But I always felt that he was an elder brother, not cousin, to me! I still remember that I had played in his lap and arms since when I was not even mature and self conscious to wear any cloths!
Being highly competent engineer and corporate executive, he was my professional mentor and to some extent my role model. I would never forget his guidance and warmth during early seventies when I was very depressed and lonely due to immigration, unemployment and health challenges. He had unusual ability to spark the enthusiasm with his diversified god given social skills. He was courageous to entertain everyone spontaneously with his wiggling ears, jokes with slangs, mimicry with rural dialogs and rare spiritual folk songs. His voluntary services and contribution to the needy people of Bosnia and Rajasthan (India) exemplified his genuine love for humanity. He touched my life and of many in the family and community.
Expressing this tribute, gratitude and respect is not enough for such unusual man with truly divine soul. He will continue to live with Rekhabhabhi, Paurvi and us in the form of guiding spirit to help us to live a complete and meaningful life for others for ever.
-- Sudhir Dave, Arlington, TX USA Nov,28,2012
Alpana (Nini) Bhattacharya
October 11, 2012
My family and I have known Rekha Ben and Harshad Bhai for 50+ years, therefore the passing of Harshad Bhai has been a heartfelt loss for us. As I began to key down my thoughts about Harshad Bhai, several memories resurfaced, some conveyed to me by my parents, and other drawn from my personal interactions with Harshad Bhai. My earliest memory of Harshad Bhai is from the day of his marriage with Rekha Ben, wherein as a 3-year old girl I sat next to Rekha Ben watching the rituals, and as Rekha Ben recalled this July during her visit of my parents in New Jersey, worrying about Rekha Ben's well being with Harshad Bhai, a stranger, who was whisking away our beloved sister/daughter from family and friends. I need not have worried because as the past several years have evidenced, Rekha Ben was in good hands, with a husband who genuinely loved, respected, and cherished her as a wife from the day he married her. Going done the memory lane, my parents and 2-year old brother became neighbors of the Jha family, Rekha Ben's parents and siblings, in Ahmedabad around 1955-56 and Rekha ben, who was a teenager then, became a daughter/niece to my parents and a sister to my brother, and after my birth a few years later, to me. Given our ties with the Jha family, Harshad Bhai, husband of our Rekha Ben, became the cherished son-in-law for my parents, whom Harshad Bhai called Kaka and Kaki, and a brother-in-law (Banevi) for my brother and me, whom we called Harshad Bhai. Although I do not remember much beyond attending Harshad Bhai and Rekha Ben's wedding as a child, I do recall conversations related to Harshad Bhai' maiden voyage to America by boat, Rekha Ben's follow-up travel to join Harshad Bhai in America, Dipti's joyous birth in America, and their visits to our home during their trips to Ahmedabad from America. My memories of Harshad Bhai during his visits to Ahmedabad are those of a person who deeply cared for his family, friends, and loved ones. Although he used to visit India for a short time, he always found time to visit my parents with Rekha Ben and Dipti, and graciously accepted the traditional servings of snacks, desserts, and beverages as a guest. As years passed by and I became a young adult, I decided to pursue my education in America, and I would not have earned a master's degree and a doctoral degree without the generous support extended by Harshad Bhai. More specifically, when it came time to apply for a foreign student Visa, a F1 Visa, my family contacted Harshad Bhai for affidavits of support, which he readily provided, thereby affording me the opportunity to accomplish all that I had hoped for, and to establish myself as a professional in America. So like many of his friends, family, and acquaintances, I am grateful to have had the unconditional support from Harshad Bhai, and the opportunity to know him as a caring, generous, and kind person. His humorous, lively, and joyous personality will be an eternally cherished memory for my family and me. His love and caring for Rehka Ben as a husband, and his pride and joy as a father of a highly accomplished daughter, Dipti, were clearly reflected in his conversations during my visit of his home in Minneapolis, and his trips to Ahmedabad. The last time I met Harshad Bhai was in May 2002, at my doctoral convocation, which he attended in New York, with Rekha Ben. As in the past, my final memories of Harshad Bhai are those of the laughing, joking, ear wiggling, and singing person, a person who did total justice to his name, Harshad (i.e., happiness). Although words cannot aptly fill the void left in the hearts and minds of Rekha Ben and Dipti, my heartfelt condolence to them for the loss of their beloved husband and father, Harshad Bhai. I hope in due time the company of caring family, friends, and loved ones will help Rekha Ben and Dipti heal and deal with the loss of Harshad Bhai. Harshad Bhai's accomplishments as a professional are to be appreciated, and his contributions as a person who positively touched the lives of family, friends, and acquaintances are to be celebrated. Thank you Rekha Ben and Dipti for the opportunity to express my gratitude and respect for Harshad Bhai.
Ahsan Ansari
March 6, 2012
Eulogy from Prayers and Hymns in Minneapolis - Ahsan Ansari
"To God We Belong and to Him is Our Return"
I met Hap Bhatt in 1979 when he joined Control Data Northside Operations. Soon we became close friends, so much so, that Rekha was starting to feel jealous of me since Hap was more on the phone talking to me than spending time with her once he was home after work.
Hap was an intelligent, hardworking, goal oriented and high achieving individual. Toegther, as a leadership team, he and I set some records and turned Northside into a profitable operation. He was a people oriented person and was equally populat among his colleagues and workers. Working with Hap was fun and an enriching experience for me.
Hap was a loving, caring, and a very sincere person - always ready to help anyone and everyone irrespective of cast, religion or nationality. He was populat both soically and professionally.
Hap was like a brother to me. He would share Rekha's mouth watering parathas, whenever she would pack them for his lunch.
Rekha, Dipti - Hap was a great man. His loss is a heavy loss not only for you, but for me and all of us also. We pray to God to give you patience and strength to bear this irreparable loss. He will be missed immensely.
This reminds me of the words written by Krishna Hathi Singh on the death of her sister-in-law, Kamala Nehru. I quote, "whom the Gods love, die young."
Thank you, Rekha and Dipti for giving me this opportunity to speak about my dear friend Hap Bhatt.
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Nishad Trivedi
January 29, 2012
Eulogy from Prayers and Hymns in Minneapolis - Nishad Trivedi
Good afternoon family and friends.
On behalf of the Bhatt and Jha family thank you for coming to pay your last respects to Harshad fua.
As a child I had heard stories of Harshad fua coming to America in the early 60s as a great engineer. His work towards humanitarian efforts in Bosnia and helping others have been praised and appreciated.
He made friendships with everyone wherever he went. The relationships that he made with others went far beyond the usual friendship—always sustained and never forgotten.
Many of you may remember him for his brilliance and his skills as an engineer. However, I only knew him for his antics and clever tricks. Whether it was wiggling his ears or telling jokes, he was the direct manifestation of his name, ‘Harshad,' which means ‘giver of joy'.
Similar to many young kids, at the time I was not always enthused to go to the houses of adults because it would mean hours of listening or just watching TV. However, with Harshad fua it was always different. I could never anticipate what would happen in our visit. Perhaps it would be solving Sudoku puzzles or playing Balderdash. Visiting fua was not just an ordinary trip, it was an adventure. It was not just going to a relative's house, it was going to a friend's house.
As you know, my fua had Alzheimer's disease, but he kept on battling, trying to know the symptoms and causes. One such event occurred a month before he died when he sat in on a conference that discussed the types of dementia and symptoms of Alzheimer. He was diligently taking notes as he listened to the professionals talk. Rather than take the clinical tests that were due that day, he listened on as if he were still an executive in a staff meeting. It turned out that the notes he took were not only using the correct terminology, but were accurately spelled. This goes to show that even towards the end, his brain was as sharp as ever as if he were still making executive decisions for the companies he worked for.
Last month, on our last day in Chicago we visited the care home that fua lived in. I was proud that the entire staff regarded him not as a patient, but rather as another member of the staff. After all, fua would always tell others that whatever he was doing at Arden Court was volunteer work as his willingness to help always shined through.
He is in a new home now, guided by his faith and spirit. May Harshad fua eternally rest
January 12, 2012
Please accept Our deepest sorrow and condolences .Hap touched many people with his smile and wit at work and at social gathering,we will miss his smile and his humor.
Ray and Manju Patel (Encinitas,CA)
Bhavesh Damania
January 10, 2012
Our deepest condolences to Rekhaben, Purvi and the family as they deal with this loss. May his soul rest in peace. We fondly remember the memories that we shared with the ever lively and jovial Harshadbhai. Our introduction to the Minneapolis community was through Harshadbhai and we will fondly cherish those beautiful moments that we shared working together. Our prayers are with all the members of the family
Bhavesh and Arati
Harshang(Aku) Mehta
December 18, 2011
We are sorry for your loss. May God provide you enough strength to face these difficult times. Please accept our deepest condolences.
Mehta Family - New Jersey
Harshang(Aku) Mehta
December 18, 2011
We are sorry for your loss. May God provide you enough strength to face these difficult times. Please accept our deepest condolences.
-Mehta Family
New Jersey
December 15, 2011
Deeply saddened to hear this. Please accept our condolences. May his soul rest in peace.
Trivedi Family - Nadiad and Mumbai
Saurabh Patel
December 14, 2011
Eulogy from Saurabh (Minoo) Patel:
HELLO EVERY ONE
MY NAME IS MINOO PATEL. PALLAVI, MY WIFE AND I ARE LIFELONG FRIENDS OF BHATT FAMILY.
I FIRST MET HARSHADBHAI IN 1970. FROM THE START, I RECOGNIZED HIS SINCEREITY, WARMTH , HUMOR AND READYNESS TO BE OF HELP.
OVER THE YEARS, PALLAVI AND I BECAME PART OF BHATT FAMILY.PALLAVI,
AFFEETIONLY REFERRED BY HARSHADBHAI AS QUEEN ELIZABETH, ALWAYS HAD HOUSE REPAIR PROJECTS READY FOR HIM. IF SHE DID NOT MENTION ANY PROJECT , HE WOULD LOOK AROUND AND FIND ONE OR TWO AND COMPLETE THEM.
HE LOVED AND ADORED REKHABEN AND DIPTI IMMENSLY. HE WAS IN PARTICULAR PROUD OF DIPTI'S ACHIEVEMENTS AND TALKED FREQUENTLY.
DURING HIS TIME AT ARDEN COURT, HE BECAME FRIEND OF RESIDENTS AS WELL AS OF STAFF. HE LOOKED AFTER THEM AND THEY WERE VERY PROTECTIVE OF HIM.
HARSHADBHAI WAS VERY LOYAL, LOVING AND DEDICATED FRIEND, JUST LIKE A BROTHER. PALLAVI AND I WILL MISS HIM GREATLY.
SO LONG, MY FRIEND, WE LOVE YOU.
December 13, 2011
Dear Paurvi, your dad had a gentle and generous spirit, he cared not only for his own family but helped those who came from disadvantaged backgrounds. While he is no longer with us, his spirit will continue to live forever through all of his contributions. The world is a better place because of the difference your dad made.
Our thoughts are with you.
Tina Chung and Ken Fong
Bina & Madhu Vachhani
December 12, 2011
There are no words that can truly express what Harshad Uncle has meant to our family. His generosity of spirit and unconditional friendship made tough times our family faced easier to bear. I am especially grateful for his frienship to Dad and his support through Dad's illness. He was always able to bring smiles during the darkest of days which truly is the best medicine. Uncle's spirit has always remained generous and bright and we will miss him tremendously.
Our thoughts and prayers remain with Rekha Aunty and Dipti...we love you very much.
Raja
December 12, 2011
Its very tough to explain the sweet memories attatch with us since our child hood. He was a very co-operative and live kind of person we all like to be with him. He always ready to help all the peoole all the time, specially for family members. We always love him very much.
We could not even forget him till today. I cant explain what i feel about him but can say that we love him very much.
Bhaskar Baman
December 11, 2011
Eulogy from Bhaskar Baman
Tribute to Hap 12-3-11
HARSHADBHAI. Back home this name is given from “Phoi” (dad's sister) on the sixth day in the world. Little did she know that the name starting with H had such significance for the new born. For him H stands for HAPPINESS for others around him and also for himself. We have always seen him smiling and always making sure that others are happy. Even the pictures show him smiling. Also H stands for HELPING others. Be it at home, family, siblings, and friends or doing voluntary work in Bosnia and Rajasthan, India. Now Harshad bhai you really justified that name.
I do know that we will miss his talent for manufacturing knowledge with degrees longer than your name. As he was always very innovative, creative and detail oriented. He always strived for Perfection. I know I will miss him as now my refrigerator coils are fully loaded with dust. He never wanted to sit still. Either he kept busy by working or playing with kids with funny ear wiggling or eye brows movement to make them happy. Or if he could not find anything to do, he would open the board game of AGGRAVATION or Chutes and Ladders. Yes we have spent several hours playing that game and got aggravated. He was very thrifty as Al Gore learned from him the concept of conservation and global warming by turning off the unwanted lights. He liked to sing popular movie songs or bhajans while driving, which was his greatest passion.
The day started with general strike of taxi drivers in Mumbai. Do you know what day that was? Yes it was 19th August 1963. (I am sure many of you were not born at that time.) This was the day when Harshad bhai embarked on a journey to the New world. I happened to be in the same boat, ROMA (appropriately name – please do not cry) of Flotta Lauro Lines, Italy. There we were standing along the railing with Harshad bhai always in a tight 3 button suit. You know, he was going foreign. During this time of the year in Indian Ocean is a monsoon season, with the boat (32000 tons compared to ships of 100,000 tons) going up down like a see saw. Ship went through Suez canal while we had a chance to have lunch on Nile river and see Pyramids. The ship's destination was Genoa Italy where we all disembarked with train to Paris. Of course being vegetarian we were given “doggy veggie bag” and water bottle. After crossing Paris, we went to Calais, France the English channel port to Dover, England. Of course we all had to carry our life items in 40 lb suit bag. From Dover the train took us to London. We connected with propeller plane to carry us across Atlantic ocean to New York JFK. Now the great challenge was to get to Knoxville, Tennessee in a Greyhound bus. May be it does not look difficult today, but couple of Desis who have never stepped out of 100 miles from the hometown is now in a foreign country with different English dialects. we had to manage to get to Port Authority Terminal via Taxi with every drop of meter was giving us big heart ache. Especially the govt of India allowed each passenger with $8 to make the journey.
We met again after getting our Masters at IIT and this friendship lasted lifetime for both families.
I don't know about you Harshad bhai but I would be scared to do the same trip again. Oh I forgot you don't have to worry about it as you are already sitting with Almighty God having Sweet Rotli (Dhebra or Puran Poli).
We will miss you so will my refrigerator coils.
Shanu Kondamuri
December 11, 2011
Eulogy from Shanu (Johnny) Kondamuri
Good afternoon everyone. Thank you for coming to giving your last respects to Uncle. Thank you for coming to show your love and affection to Rekha aunty and Dipti. For those of you who don't know me --I am Shanu Kondamuri OR as I am known to my CLOSE family members, just Johnny. Well Bhatt uncle and Rekha Aunty are certainly the closest family members we have, even though we are not related by blood.
You see, I have known uncle for even longer than Dipti has known her father. Bhatt uncle was one of those trailblazers who came to America in the early sixties. Like so many Indian immigrants long ago, he left his comfortable mother India for a new start in an unknown world--a new life in America. He said goodbye to everything he knew in Gujurat including his new wife, Rekha aunty, to start fresh in America. He Ultimately he reached cold Chicago.
Many of you remember, that in those days you didn't see an Indian face literally everywhere you looked. And America did not already have the “curry connection” that they have now that makes it so much easier for the Indians who come to America today. In those days these smart engineers met their future Indian friends on the boat or plane during the trip to America, like Bhatt uncle who met Bhaskar uncle OR at their work place like Bhatt uncle met my father, Rao Kondamuri. I am proud to say that when my two dads met one cold day 50 years ago at a small company, in Chicago, it was the beginning of a long close friendship that has endured the test of time. They were Brothers for life. Within a year or so, Rekha aunty came and she and my mom who had come just a year or two before, with me in tow, began their long, long friendship. My father died earlier this year and I don't think that it is a coincidence that Uncle died less than a year later. They are talking now and sharing stories from the old days.
Uncle was a brilliant engineer, smarter than any of the engineers coming to America today. You see in those days, a new life in America, was really something you cherished and were thankful for. Because, it wasn't easy for them. They didn't have dozens of other Indians to advise them, to help them—they had to chart their own course. Uncle cherished life and was ever thankful. Uncle was one those super men who was always grateful and appreciative of Gods blessing's. He never took for granted what he had been given.
I think this is why he was always happy. His American friends couldn't prounonce Harshad so he told them to call him HAP for Harshad P. HAP was such a perfect name for uncle. I remember him as always being happy. I never saw him without a smile on his face. I will always remember how he made us laugh with his funny faces, his wiggling ears. Like Spock he would raise just one eyebrow and like magic, he would wiggle his ear simultaneously. Now as a physician, I've studied the anatomy of that part of our body, I still don't have any idea how he did it!
We use to go on car vacations in the summer and uncle and my dad would sit down with the big Rand McNally atlas in front of them (of course there was no internet then) and plan out the route over America's highways and figure out where we would stop for the night usually with some nice tourist site to visit during the drive. The first big trip we took was 2 weeks by car to Florida and all the important places in between. I think we travelled in a 1970 -2 door Chevy impala. Bhatt uncle, Rekha aunty, my dad, my mom, dipti, my brother Billy and I –all 7 seven of us crammed into that small car! And did I mention there was no air conditioning! And Of course, we couldn't open the windows because dust would come in. SO, we would be cramped and hot and hungry and crabby cause uncle had a plan and by golly it didn't matter, we were going to do 500 miles and reach Stone Mountain or wherever --before nightfall! Even if it killed us kids.
On the next BIG summer vacation the dads decided we were going west to California! And we were happy to hear that we were splurging this time and rented a station wagon. Dipti, Billy and I were so excited that we'd have some room in the back. A dream come true. Unfortunately, Uncle didn't put the suitcases up on the rack on top of the wagon like we thought he would --instead he arranged all the suitcases in the back and made a space about 3 feet by 2 feet for us to AGAIN cram ourselves in to for the 2 week trip to California and back. Of course, we did not stay at the Hilton or the 4 seasons, we were lucky if the motel we stayed at had a swimming pool BUT those trips were the trips of a lifetime. That I'll never forget. They happened solely because Uncle wanted us to see America in a way that just doesn't happen anymore and to enjoy ourselves and so that we could grow as people. Even the hardships we endured gave uncle and my dad great pride. It was more fun and you learned more if it was hard and we did. I am this way with my kids today.
Hinduism and every other religion says in one way or another that Children are Gods gift. Uncle surely believed this. His love for Dipti was endless. He taught her knew things. He listened a lot. He made time for fun. He was constantly supportive. And, he was so proud of her. He raised her as a father should raise a daughter—with love, affection, un-ending support and without criticism. He was a model father. And obviously, he was a model husband as anyone who has seen aunty and uncle together can easily see.
Like I said he was a model father.
He was a father to other children also.
He would tease children around him mercilessly with tickling, with jokes, with the funny faces. Even as we grew older he continued to tease us and later I realized that he did this to challenge us. To make us tougher. So we would become better. As a kid I remember we would play the game Aggravation when we met and believe me he took great pride in knocking my marble off that board no matter how much I cried and I am stronger now because of that abuse, I mean teasing!
Uncle was eternally happy, never wearing a frown on his face. All of us remember him just breaking happily into song. Singing melodiously --his favorite Hindi movie songs from the great early years of Hindi cinema. And if he didn't know the words, you'd never know it because he would just whistle through those parts with a big smile on his face.
He never spoke ill of others. He never cheated, he never lied. His mission in life was to keep everyone around him happy. As I mentioned earlier, he was a brilliant, very well educated Engineer. He made the many companies he worked for, a lot of money with his breakthrough designs and engineering insights. But he did not become a rich man himself. Not in the traditional financial sense that is-- but he was rewarded with a life of riches in the form of respect from others for the integrity he showed in the workplace, and his among his friends and relatives--For the integrity in which he led his life. I think of uncle as being like Ronald Reagan who also had a great sense of humor, was intelligent, loved being around people and like Bhatt uncle was wise beyond his years. And unfortunately like Ronald Reagan he also had a difficult last few years.
But we will not remember him for the quieter later years, we will remember him for what he was
He was a great man. He was great for several reasons.
He was a great man because, He was self-disciplined, he never gave up. He never succumbed to the temptations to take the less ethical path perhaps the easier path to success or money. Money was NOT more important to him than his ethics or his beliefs or doing the right thing.
He was a great man because, He had a positive work ethic, he never complained. He made work fun. He looked forward to fixing something that had broken in his home or in his friend's homes. Whether it was a furnace, an air conditioner or a refrigertor or even the car there was no problem that couldn't be solved! He just got his tools out and grabbed one of us to be his helper and attacked it like it was a mission. But still joking while we did the work. He moved through different companies during his work career and never complained about his lot in life.
He was a great man because, He was compassionate and loving. He helped so many of his relatives come to America and start their own lives here. He and Rekha aunty have a reputation for helping people and seeing to others comforts before their own.
He had self pride and he had a sense of humor. I will never forget his smile, his laugh, him singing songs. He left this world this world with something that so few others can claim----that is, noone can ever say anything bad about uncle, he never did anything in his life that could soil his family name. This is rare indeed for 75 years on this earth.
His passing will leave a large hole in the lives of Rekha aunty and Dipti. He will also be missed by so many other family members and friends. We will all go on with life, however, by remembering his great qualities and how there is no doubt-- that he left this world a better place for having been here. That is for sure and that is not always an easy task.
We will miss you uncle.
Like a beautiful statue carved from a block of stone, I believe, our characters are crafted by those who've touched us in our lives. I feel certain that whatever good is in me, is no small part, due to the influence of my 2 fathers on my life. I feel certain that all those who have been touched by Bhatt uncle are better people because of it.
We will miss you uncle. Namaste uncle.
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